Fiction
Every Little Homie Needs a Nickname
Listen, it’s okay to say you want something to stick around. It’s okay to love something.
Eyes in the Wings
The neighbors wanted the bird out. “Do something,” they said. It was all in the eyes, wide and accusatory and wild.
Solomon’s Knot
You make of him a mouthful, yet you can taste his unease, taste his cold feet.
Confessional
Kurt had costars—and many ex-costars—claim their producers were like their best friends, their handlers, their editors, their priests.
Werewolf
I tell him how the reaction from my community was in some ways worse than the abuse.
To the Roof
Everything looks better from far away. A camera that floats over a polluted sea still brings home serene footage.
For the Birds
Such intensity of emotion was rare for Calvin, but seagulls warranted it.
Colonel Sanders
In walked Colonel Sanders, a Chinese man with a white goatee and square black glasses.
Rich White Boys
I told myself I accepted his gala invite because I wanted to see what else they could get away with.